676. A Sudden Turn

Beneath the stone wall, countless Blood Threads scattered and sliced in every direction, each pass leaving a deep groove in the ground.

At the very center of the Blood Threads, Yvette curled up inside a spherical defense held up with her own blood. Under the unending barrage, the blood barrier kept trembling, ripples spreading across its surface.

There was no chance to counterattack.

Not once, from beginning to end.

The Blood Clan's internal wars were this cruel. Once the other side seized control of external blood, the weaker party could not even bring out thirty percent of their original strength. All that exquisitely precise Blood Manipulation they normally prided themselves on became a joke before the suppression of a higher rank.

In theory, the lower almost never overcame the higher.

That was also why, before the battle, Yvette had been confident she could deal with Louisa on her own.

But now, she was the one being suppressed from "below."

"Why? Why? Why?"

What were those Pujis? Why did they have the ability to control blood?

And on what grounds had Louisa broken through to Hall Level all by herself? What exactly had she gone through in the Northern Territory?

And what did "I'm not going to be a vampire anymore" mean?

Countless questions churned through Yvette's mind, nearly driving her mad.

But most important of all was how she herself was supposed to get away.

"What are you still looking at?!" Yvette turned and shrieked at her subordinates, her voice sharp and grating, as if she had grabbed hold of her last lifeline. "Attack! Charge in there!"

These were all elites Eleanor had carefully selected from among her subordinates. Their strength was not poor.

However, Eleanor had never established herself through the combat power of her subordinates.

The "elites" under